Phone Tone(Ghostface X Reader)(discontinued)

Chapter 4

I wake up tied to a chair in my basement.

"Well, look who's finally awake~" I look up to see Ghostface leaning against the staircase rail. I was about to speak but then felt fabric around my mouth and decided it wasn't worth it, "What? You don't have anything to say? Beg? Scream? Are you not going to do anything?" He tilted his head, obviously trying to taunt me.

I shook my head and he stepped away from the stairs and headed towards me with soft slow steps, yet such long strides. He stopped only inches away and lifted my chin. Was this person even a he? I don't know. They. Whatever. Idrc. Whatever this thing is, he's kynda boring.

"So you're just going to stay silent?" They ask. I just shrug. I mean it's not like begging will help when I can't even speak. And I'm tied up so I can't do anything! What does he expect from me?! "Well that's not very fun. You'd have to be the least amusing victim I've had." I roll my eyes and fake a struggle for his 'entertainment'. He took the fabric off my mouth and waited.

"What? Am I supposed to do something because you allowed me to speak?" I ask, I'm not exactly scared right now. I haven't even been stabbed, how's that even slightly convincing? HE COULD BE A PRANKSTER DUDE!! Like, wasn't the series based off a fake series called stab or something?

"You are so boring!" he walks up the stairs, and out my basement door. Leaving me alone.

"Damn. I know I'm annoying, but not that annoying." I say, untying the knots to the rope holding me to the chair. I stretch and walk up the stairs. Sadly tripping on the second to the last one and falling up the rest of the way, hitting my head on the door. God I'm such a cluts, how tf did I miss this in 7th grade when I finally wasn't clumsy?!

I get up and open the door to be greeted with ghost face again. I roll my eyes and walk past him to my kitchen and open my fridge. I grab a water bottle and chug it down.

"That thirsty?" They ask, leaning against my counter. I put the bottle in my bottle box and face them.

"Would you mind me asking your pronouns? Or should I just call you it?" I asked, holding back from laughing. It wasn't funny, but I thought of calling him many other things instead, that list was hilariously long.

"Um, he/him/his." He replies and I nod my head, "This is very unamusing." He crosses his arms, clearly pouting from behind the mask that had been readjusted after I pushed it up and stunned him with a kiss. Oh damn, I kissed a killer :0

"You could stab me. That might get amusing~" I say with a smirk. I have a habit of making things have the opposite effect that they should be. Funny things are scary, sad things are funny. Scary things are... Yk.

"Maybe I will." He says, walking towards me. I stay still and he holds his knife to my neck in a threatening manor, his body looming over me. It took everything inside me not to poke him to see if he had pecks or abbs.

"Then do it. Get it over with so you can find your blonde dumbass." I say, feeling bored myself now. He moves the knife to my stomach and slices the outer layer. My eyes water but I don't make any sounds or movements that it effected me. It kinda felt cold, oh wait, that's probably blood.. :^

"How does this not effect you?" He asks, completely baffled. I smile and laugh softly.

"It does effect me. Just not as pain~" It takes a few seconds but he soon realizes what I mean and steps back.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He asks, sounding slightly scared. I chuckle and walk to the bathroom.

"What isn't?" I say, grabbing a bandage and lifting my shirt up and hold it with my chin. I wrap my stomach with the bandage just to keep from soaking anything with blood.

(I'm tired and don't know what else to put. I also felt dead writing this so idk if it's good or not)